Quotes About Existence

as soon as I seized upon the otherworldly, it joined this world and didn't count.

Per quanto ammirevole, il tuo bisogno impellente di sacrificare l'esistenza per il bene di un'altra persona poteva dipendere dal fatto che quando avevi la vita interamente nelle tue mani, non sapevi che fartene. Immolarsi a volte è un'inutile scappatoia.

She submitted that Western society seemed to promote longevity at any cost, whereas a shorter life vibrant to its very end was surely more desirable than blighting a fine and fruitful existence with protracted decay.

Shep's plight clearly illustrated that there was no point to anything and there was no relationship between virtue and reward and there never had been.

Yet if there's no reason to live without a child, how could there be with one? To answer one life with a successive life is simply to transfer the onus of purpose to the next generation; the displacements amounts to a cowardly and potentially infinite delay. Your children's answer, presumably, will be to procreate as well, and in doing so to distract themselves, to foist their own aimlessness onto their offspring.

The existence of other people is essentially awkward.

We are all ill: but even a universal sickness implies an idea of health.

Lisa Ann Sandell

Aber niemand verdient sein Leben. Es ist ein Geschenk, das jedem gegeben ist. Es ist nicht deine Aufgabe, zu entscheiden, ob du es verdienst oder nicht.

People try and make out there's a greater purpose, a secret meaning, that it all means something. And it doesn't.

The concept of a troubled, lonely, middle-class, gay fifty-eight-year-old living alone in dusty squalor in a chocolate-box cottage in the heart of the Cotswolds was a hard one to grasp in the context of his sweaty, noisy, hectic, foreign, red-light existence.

Stories,' she says, 'are the only thing in this world that are real. Everything else is just a dream.

Libby can hear the whisper of every moment that this room has existed. Feel every breath of every person who has ever sat where she is sitting.

doorway for a second and looks at her mother, absorbs the shape of her and the exquisite feeling of her existence in the world.

Wanting to die and dying are generally unrelated.

But, in the story that this spinning Rolodex of endless and infinite universes gave to me, this is where I am and I should be glad and grateful. And in a way I am.

Music had always conjured up a sense of another life . . . of other, better ways of feeling and existing and being.

He shook his head, staring at her like a condemned man who beheld the face of his executioner. "Aline," he whispered, "Do you know what hell is?" "Yes." Her eyes overflowed. "Trying to exist with your heart living somewhere outside your body." "No. It's knowing that you have so little faith in my love, you would have condemned me to a lifetime of agony." His face contorted suddenly. "To something worse than death.

I'm not here now. This isn't happening. You're just visiting a dream of mine.

It was a confirmation of a connection that already existed. And it was a bond that extended far beyond the borders of a shared living space. We would have stayed together even without a marriage certificate . . . but I believed in the permanence it represented. It was a piece of paper you could build a life on.

You're surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it...it's in your lungs and under your tongue and between your fingers and toes.

The vampire story is something that has existed since 'Nosferatu,' and I don't think it's gonna go away.

There was no male vampire type in existence. Someone suggested an actor of the Continental School who could play any type, and mentioned me.

There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.